Hayle Coven Novels
"Thanks, Al."
She flipped her ponytail at me with a smirk and kept going. Now all I had to do was survive detention so I could save the world. Okay, maybe it wasn't that dramatic.
Then again, maybe it was.
Dear Ms. Spaft:
You suck and I hate your freaking guts. Your shoes are ugly and the mole on your left cheek looks like a molding raisin has somehow crawled out from under your skin. I hope you fall down and break something you value very much, and that it hurts so badly you suffer endless torment.